There Is No Support So

Nothing, Except The Weather Report Or A General Maxim Of Conduct, Is So Unsafe To Rely Upon As A Theory Of Fiction.

To Mourn Was Distressing, But To Endeavor To Mourn And Fail Was Worse Than Distress.

The Hardest Thing For Me Is The Sense Of Impermanence. All Passes; Nothing Returns.

I Revolted From Sentimentality, Less Because It Was False Than Because It Was Cruel.

Anger And Jealousy Are Spasms Of The Nerves, Not Of The Heart.